Based on an American Legion tradition.Author UnknownCourtesy of William M. Howard

Between these flags that proudly fly,Let no man dare to stand.For here our fallen comrades lie,A symbol yes, but mark it well.Here let us ever humbly pauseIn memory of the lads who fellIn fighting for our sacred cause.

On sea or land these buddies died.Some lie beneath a foreign soilIn graves caressed by winds and tide.In spots unknown to all but God,And so this place is hallowed groundAnd shall be forever blest.And though it were a grassy moundBeneath which gallant heroes rest.

Be ever watchful, legionnaireOf those two flags which signifyThat we should guard this spot with careWhere our departed comrades lie.And if a man should dare to treadThis spot where lie our gallant brave.He desecrates those noble deadAs though he walked upon their grave.